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You know I’ve been so lonely every night
Since you went away
Would you let me down any night
Is that the way you re made girl

I keep telling myself it’s all right
Even though I cry
there’s no question why
How could I be happy when

My arms keep missing you
Who’s been kissing you
since you went away
My arms keep missing you
I keep wishing you’ll
come back today

You said you wouldn’t hurt me anyway
And I believe in you
We said we trust each other every day
We’d never be untrue

But I keep thinking you’re telling lies
Even though I try
there’s no question why
How can I be happy when

My arms keep missing you
Who’s been kissing you
since you went away
My arms keep missing you
I keep wishing you’ll
come back today

You know I’ve been so lonely every night
Since you went away
Would you let me down any night
‘Cos that’s the way you make girl

I keep telling myself it’s all right
Even though I cry
there’s no question why
How could I be happy when

My arms keep missing you
Who’s been kissing you
since you went away
My arms keep missing you
I keep wishing you’ll
come back today

[repeat / fade]

In your brown eyes
I walked away
In your brown eyes
I couldn t stay
In your brown eyes
You ll watch her go
Then turn the record on
And wonder what when wrong
What went wrong?

If everything
Was everything
But everything is over
Everything
Could be everything
If only we were older
I guess it s just
A silly song about you
And how I...

Withered be the flower
Long past it s prime and bloom
Forgotten on the stony bed
This silent hillside tomb
For coppered be the grip
Of this wooded land
A crude cold gauntlet
Hides the boney hand

Tears once warmed the ground
Torn out of eyes that could cry no more
Compassion for the wind to take
O doth pity the...

Dlaczego mama chce rozwalić tacie łeb
A tata jest jak słoń - ma bardzo ciężką dłoń
Czy lepiej dzieckiem być czy może jednym z nich
Dlaczego starszy brat choć grzeczny zawsze był
Codziennie pierze mnie po twarzy z całych sił
Czy może dzieckiem być czy...

Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Who say that music reckon that the kantele
Was fashioned by a god
Out of a great pike’s shoulders
From a water-dog’s hooked bones:
It was made from the grief
Moulded from sorrow

Its belly out of hard days
Its soundboard from endless woes
Its strings gatheret from torments
And its pegs from...

[Mario Winans]:
Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh baby

[Benzino]:
I remember when we had to keep it on the low
flew you everywhere so nobody would know
and I remember when we got stuck in the storm one night
(remember...